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Tarik stood at the front entrance to the mansion. It was move-in day for a group of residents. Of course, some may arrive the next day, but the majority were scheduled to arrive today. There was also an expectation for unregistered beings to arrive as well, in need of a place to stay.

He brushed out a wrinkle in his green scrubs and wondered to himself where the Saiforro boy was. Sir and Lady Saiforro were off on a business trip, so their son, Lark, was to be in charge during their absence. Of course, with the help of Tarik. He took this as a huge responsibility and was very proud. He knew that Lark was not yet ready handle things on his own.